showing the shortness of life and time to reflect our love ones before they go one by one as the flowers drop one by one to the ground.
It is these little imperfection that make the perfection for you, as your father to me.
Time to hug and time to refrain from hugging.
Time to cry and time to laugh.
Time to log on, time to log out.
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